by Margaret Kennedy
With a new foreword by Cathy Rentzenbrink, this glorious rediscovered classic exploring the mystery of a buried Cornish hotel will make you nostalgic for 1940s seaside holidays … ‘The miniature charm of a Baby Austen.’ Observer ‘Tense, touching, human, dire, and funny … A feast indeed.’ Elizabeth Bowen ‘Kennedy is not only a romantic but an anarchist.’ Anita Brookner ‘So full of pleasure that you could be forgiven for not seeing how clever it is.’ Cathy Rentzenbrink Cornwall, Midsummer 1947. Pendizack Manor Hotel is buried in the rubble of a collapsed cliff. Seven guests have perished, but what brought this strange assembly together for a moonlit feast before this Act of God – or Man? Over the week before the landslide, we meet the hotel guests in all their eccentric glory: and as friendships form and romances blossom, sins are revealed, and the cracks widen … A wise, witty fable, The Feast is a banquet indeed.